The best little sluthouse...

The road which lead through the half-dozen houses was currently abandoned, and it didn’t seem as though anyone in the small hamlet had noticed the arrival of the eight travellers.

The open area surrounding the small tavern was covered with wagons of every kind, signalling that the establishment was seeing plenty of business, while the animals which pulled the wagons were kept in the large stable that belonged to the tavern, being located just beyond the open area.

The four equestrians had pushed their steeds a few dozen feet in front of the caravan, and so had already dismounted when Galiana steered the heavy vehicle onto the smooth dirt surface.

“I should probably mention something,” Hera told the priestesses as they climbed out of the wagon, being followed by Dareios, who had wrapped himself in his scarlet red cloak, “your colleagues have set up shop here, using the tavern as a makeshift temple.”

To further her point, Hera grew silent and aimed her right thumb towards a pairing of wagons not far from where the group had gathered, a point from which a long series of moans was coming.

Approaching the site towards which Hera had been pointing, Dareios and the priestesses found themselves looking at a burly man, built and dressed in the style of a northern barbarian, slipping his long, sleek cock into the diluted asshole of a naked blonde, her hands and her massive tits pressed against the wooden side of the wagon in front of her.

“You wouldn’t happen to know her?” Dareios asked Galiana, nodding at the sweaty, panting blonde slut.

“No, but I sure hope that I will get to do so.” Galiana replied, staring at the point where the man’s cock met the blonde’s anus.

Faye, as excited as the others, didn’t say anything as she tugged open Dareios’ cloak and wrapped her slender fingers around the hardening shaft of his cock.

As such, with Dareios hardly muscled body exposed and his penis growing rapidly into full size, the group of eight moved into the tavern.

Stepping through the door, Dareios had expected his appearance to cause some degree of attention, but no barely anyone turned their heads to look at him and the buxom blonde jerking him off as they walked close together.

The reason for this was simple; spread throughout the large serving-room was a grand total of almost twenty women, all of them more or less naked. The women, of a varying complexion and hair colour but with the same curvaceous and finely toned bodies, were almost uniformly busy fucking, sucking or licking some lucky man or woman.

In the centre of all this, displaying the same sort of calmness that you allegedly find in the eye of a hurricane, stood a man who apparently was the barkeep, calmly cleaning a tankard with a piece of cloth.

Apart from the keeper himself, the staff consisted of four young wenches, all of which seemed to have been inspired by the priestesses to do away with their blouse, now carrying around trays stacked with ale-tankards and greasy food completely topless, their long dresses flowing around their long legs.

“Seems like a nice place to pull-over at, doesn’t it?” Hera asked the four, shooting them a wide grin.

Dareios responded with a wide grin of his own, letting out a low moan due to Faye suddenly changing the pace in which she was sliding her hand over his hard member.

“Come on,” Hera went on, “I’ll take you to these girls' leader.”